A Declaration To The Feathered Imagination: Book 1

Chapter 10

Dawn had come to the weekend, Saturday morning. Caelob had slipped back into his bed, still distraught from last night. There was no dream this time, he woke looking at the wall, heaving a great sigh. He turned to look to the ceiling, two beady eyes stared a few inches away from his face, a grin gleaming from ear to ear. A sudden jolt came from Caelob's body.

"Hi," the girl from last night said.

Caelob froze staring back at her until he was able to let out a sigh.

"...Hi," he muttered.

He turned to his side attempting to sleep in a little, his clock showed 06:13.

"You feeling okay Mr grumpy?" She snickered.

Caelob said nothing but let out a tired groan.

"You know you have a very tiny nest," she replied.

"Well it's not a nest this is a house, and because it's an old house, the rooms are gonna be tiny like that," muttered Caelob.

"Well, I mean I kinda had a quick scan around your room, but I never got to really...all these little trinkets you have."

She began touching and rearranging things. Caelob made a forceful attempt to wake himself up with a thud to the ground.

"Hay hay wait don't break anything."

"Why?"

"Because it's not yours that's why."

"Why?"

"Because it's common manners not to touch other people's things without asking."

Caelob grabbed his favorite action figure from her clutches as she began to look at other things.

"You seem like a very 'organized' kind of person," She said, touching something else from an organized stack.

"Well," Caelob said grabbing a comic book from her hands.  "I like to be a very organized person."

"I had no idea you were into such childish things."

"They're not childish."

She grabbed another comic and began reading it.

"What's this story even about?"

"If you stop grabbing them, I'll tell you!"

She looked at him with an innocent face raising her hands in the hair.

"Just looking at them officer."

Caelob rolled his eyes and took a breath.

"Sorry, I'm not used to people being curious about my things," he said.

"I can see that," she replied, doing a little floating to the ceiling where she relaxed. "I mean they are childish for someone your age."

Caelob looked at her, "They're no-"

"Which is fine," she raised her hands again, then giving a shrug. "But like why?"

"Well.."

"Go ahead, humor me," she said raising grin.

"Usually the people I know, well the people I did know were into this stuff like me, but I guess we had our own tastes that mine differed a bit too much. And yes there are people who aren't intrigued by how you call 'childish' things which they're not. Which is fine, everyone has their own tastes."